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"Truth or dare, Fushiguro?" Maki demanded—pointing at her subject like Phoenix Wright.
Megumi sighed. He took another swig from the concoction of alcohol Yuuji brewed up for him. Yuuji knew his tolerance level, understood which sodas he liked as mixers, and besides, Megumi didn't want to get up from the couch.
The many perks of having a boyfriend.
"Truth," Megumi answered. Yuuji rubbed his back and smiled at him. Something encouraging. Something sweet. Megumi's heart twisted in his chest. He licked his lips.
The circle was small, filled only with friends as they played drinking games. Was it an excuse to get drunk on a regular weekend? Sure. Did Megumi feel nervous, despite every reason he had not to be? Of course.
Maki acted as if the question took an immense amount of thought—but she spit it out in seconds. "How many people did you end up sleeping with before hitching yourself to Itadori?"
Megumi spit out his drink, coughing, sputtering. Yuuji's hand on his back came to a stop. Megumi felt the eyes of a predator on him. When he looked up, it was Yuuji who was looking at him; hungry, but at the same time, curious.
The alcohol seemed to hit Megumi at full-force. Maybe it was the shots he did with Nobara and Yuuji earlier. Maybe it was the second mixed drink in his hand, the realization of it. But he was dizzy, his chest heavy. He looked up with cheeks tinted pink, glaring at Maki, who simply smiled back in return.
"C'mon, Maki," Nobara slurred as she tugged her girlfriend's arm. Maki turned her head and pressed a kiss to Nobara's forehead, mumbling something for her girlfriend's ears only. Nobara flushed the same shade of pink that Megumi wore. She whined and tucked herself into Maki's side, which allowed the latter to turn her attention back to the game.
Megumi looked over at Yuuji, expecting the similar defense for his sake—but Yuuji continued to stare in silence. He tilted his head to the side, expectant. Megumi's breath hitched.
Looking forward, toward the floor, Megumi rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.
"Nobody."
Nobara gasped and scrambled forward, hands on her knees, eyes wide. "Bullshit."
Megumi rolled his eyes. "I'm serious."
"No, it makes sense," Maki said with a shrug. Megumi wasn't certain if he should've felt offended or relieved. "I mean, who would he have slept with outside of Yuuji and Yuuta? Sorry, Yuuta."
"Why are you apologizing to him and not me?" Megumi scoffed. Yuuta was too drunk to really notice, tangled up in a pile of limbs with Toge as they giggled and mumbled soft words of love. Maki didn't answer. The game seemed to continue on without any other mention of it, and Yuuji kept staring at Megumi like he wanted to eat him whole.
Nobody was going to leave, it seemed, but Megumi would rather his friends stay over in their drunken haze to guarantee their safety than anything else. Besides, the other two couples were both passed out in the living room. Megumi didn't want to deal with waking them up.
Megumi hadn't seen Yuuji for awhile. He had been too busy ensuring everyone's safety for the night, which then led to him cleaning the house unprovoked while his friends dozed off. But when Megumi thought back to Yuuji's starved eyes that looked as if they could devour him, he bit his lip, pressed his legs together and walked toward their shared room.
When Megumi crawled into bed, he found Yuuji awake, waiting for him with the same hungry eyes.
"You had a thing for Okkotsu-Senpai?" Yuuji's voice was low as he spoke. He pressed a kiss to Megumi's neck and wrapped his arms around Megumi's waist.
Trapped.
It wasn't like Megumi wanted to go anywhere, though. Megumi wanted to be in Yuuji's arms. Usually, he wouldn't admit that so easily, but the alcohol seemed to put him at a disadvantage.
"Mhm," Megumi hummed before gasping, as Yuuji flipped him onto his back and crawled on top of him, straddling him. Megumi felt like melting right there, in the palms of Yuuji's hands. Or rather, between the muscles of Yuuji's thick thighs. He closed his eyes and whined.
Pause. An important thing to note before Yuuji and Megumi go any further is: neither of them have had sex, whether that be with anyone else, or each other. While Yuuji was privy to this information, albeit new to him mere hours ago, Megumi wasn't. Despite this, Megumi still wanted more. Sure, he wanted his first time with Yuuji to be a bit more special, but he wasn't opposed to the situation in front of him. Not one bit.
And while the alcohol made his inhibitions seem a bit fuzzier, Megumi was certain that he wanted Yuuji—he always would. Besides, each time Megumi's cunt throbbed, it sent shockwaves through his nervous system, his brain shutting off for milliseconds at a time. And he felt the weight of Yuuji's cock as it grew, pressed against his cunt. Megumi had to focus on his jaw to keep from drooling, barely keeping his eyes open.
"I see," Yuuji murmured. His gaze was ravenous. "Not anymore, right?"
Megumi scoffed. "Of course not, idiot. I'm yours."
The silence hung heavy in the air. Maybe that was just the weight of Yuuji's cock, but either way, Megumi was drunk on it. Yuuji leaned forward until their noses brushed against each other. He breathed into Megumi's mouth.
"Say that again."
Megumi's eyelashes fluttered as he blinked. "That I'm yours?" he asked, laughing quietly. "'m gonna be yours forever, Yuuji. I love you—so much."
"You're so drunk," Yuuji said. There was no bite behind it, though. Their lips brushed—just barely—which caused Megumi to whine.
"I'll still love you when I'm sober, asshole." Megumi furrowed his brows and threw his arms around Yuuji's shoulders. Yuuji grinned and finally kissed him. Megumi mewled, arching his back. He felt Yuuji's cock throb—again—and Megumi's head spun at the thought of Yuuji's cock leaking in his underwear. Megumi rutted his hips, a slow rhythm. It was Yuuji's turn to whine—right into Megumi's mouth, and Megumi swallowed the noises greedily, hungrily, as he kissed Yuuji with a fierce passion, a desire unleashed.
"We can wait," Yuuji said with a gasp. Megumi pulled back, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he tried to hide the disappointment brimming in his throat.
"Do you want to stop?"
Yuuji chewed on his lower lip. "No, but—"
"I don't want to wait either," Megumi said, pouting his lower lip. Yuuji's chest hitched, but Megumi noticed. "We've been waiting for so long, Yuuji—for what reason? I need your cock in me."
Megumi knew what he was doing. He knew he was playing dirty. He knew the reason they hadn't had sex was all on him and the mental blockage he had surrounding the act. But Megumi couldn't wait any longer.
"I haven't done this either, y'know," Yuuji said, barely a mumble as he moved to press kisses into Megumi's skin. Megumi whimpered—until he processed the information in full.
Maybe it wasn't all on him.
"Wh–What?" Megumi sputtered.
Yuuji laughed awkwardly.
"Yeah. You're not the only virgin," Yuuji said. His eyes flicked upwards to meet Megumi's—who looked simply dumbfounded, eyes wide and jaw agape.
"Oh," was all Megumi could manage in return. Yuuji stopped kissing Megumi's neck and lay on his stomach, tilting his head to the side, eyebrows raised.
"If you want to stop, that's okay."
Megumi shook his head. "No, no. I just…" Taking a pause, Megumi bit his lip and chewed. "I just don't want your first time to be bad. Since I don't know what I'm doing."
Yuuji laughed. The corners of his eyes crinkled, and Megumi's heart faltered.
"What if your first time is bad—since I have no idea either?" Yuuji teased, bringing his mouth back to the skin of Megumi's neck. He scraped the sensitive area with his teeth, eliciting a gasp from Megumi. "I want this, Megumi. I want you."
Megumi grabbed Yuuji by the hair and shoved their mouths together, desperate and open-mouthed. So what if their teeth clacked? Saliva dripped from Yuuji's mouth into Megumi's from the weight of gravity, and Megumi swallowed it eagerly. Yuuji's rough hands explored underneath Megumi's shirt with gentle touches to his abdomen and waist, all while their hips ground against one another's.
When Yuuji pulled back, Megumi whined. He tried to pull Yuuji back down, but Yuuji was stronger. Megumi felt naked under Yuuji's gaze, as soft as it was compared to earlier.
"You're so pretty, 'Gumi. My handsome boy," Yuuji murmured. He simply stared at Megumi, eyes filled with the stars, as if Megumi put them there.
And God, Megumi burned bright.
"Y–Yuuji," Megumi said as he bit back another whimper. "Hurry up, please."
"Don't wanna," Yuuji said, directing his attention toward Megumi's chest. His hand ran up the other man's shirt so he could splay his fingers across Megumi's chiseled abdomen, his sensitive navel. Megumi writhed and wiggled under Yuuji's palms. Yuuji tugged on Megumi's shirt, and he complied. The two sat up, and Megumi chucked his shirt to the floor. His binder was the same color of his skin, tight as Megumi breathed heavily.
"Give me a second—I wanna—" Megumi looked away as his hands came to grab the seams of his chest binder. He inhaled a deep breath when the constrictive fabric was released from his body. Yuuji sat on his haunches and watched, practically drooling. Megumi covered his chest with his arms. "Don't say anything about them. I just wanna be able to breathe."
"What—your chest?" Yuuji said. Megumi nodded, while Yuuji helped him get comfortable, readying the pillows for him. When Megumi finally laid in the pile of comfort on their bed, Yuuji helped him once more, undressing him from the waist down—only leaving his panties on. "That's not a problem. Do you want me to touch it, or no?"
Megumi's heart and head swirled. "M–Maybe."
Yuuji smirked. "Maybe? Do you not know if your own chest is sensitive, baby?"
"Yuuji," was all Megumi could manage before tossing his head back and moaning unabashedly, as Yuuji's fingers lightly danced over his small breasts,across the sensitive nipples perched atop them. Yuuji's hands pulled off as if they were burnt.
"Was that okay?" Yuuji asked, panicked. Megumi furrowed his brows and pouted.
"I'll tell you if it's not. Touch me like you want me," Megumi demanded.
Yuuji grinned. If he was scared before, he wasn't scared by the challenge proposed.
"If you say so."
Yuuji tossed his shirt to the floor and shuffled out of his pants—all at lightning speed. His cock was freed from the confines of his underwear, and while Megumi knew his boyfriend was rather large, seeing his cock on what was close to eye level, barely able to stand up due to the weight of its girth despite all of the blood rushing to it, Megumi finally understood the gravity of his boyfriend's size. Megumi salivated.
"Let me grab some lube, wait," Yuuji said and pressed a kiss to Megumi's cheek. Megumi flushed. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You can hurt me all you want." Megumi realized how insane he sounded after the words left his mouth, but Yuuji just laughed. Another kiss was pressed to Megumi's skin; this time, to his forehead, as Yuuji returned to the bed.
"Maybe later. I want to treat you right this first time."
Megumi's heart swelled up in his chest once more.
"I–I don't have condoms, by the way," Yuuji said, a stammer evident in his voice. "I didn't think this was going to happen. Not right now, anyway. I just—”
Megumi interrupted him with a shrug. "Okay. Are you clean?"
Yuuji's jaw dropped. It opened and closed like a fish out of water, gasping for air, floundering.
"I—Yeah?"
"Okay. Cool. No condoms needed."
Yuuji swallowed audibly. His brain malfunctioned so hard it nearly poured out of his ears. All Yuuji could do was blink at Megumi, unmoving. It caused Megumi to laugh, nervous energy exiting his body in the form of what sounded like heaven—at least, Yuuji would've called it heavenly. Yuuji shook his head and hummed.
"Is that a problem?" Megumi asked. Yuuji climbed into bed between Megumi's legs and shook his head.
"Wasn't expecting that, is all," Yuuji said. His voice pitched lower as he stared at Megumi's cunt, the exposed slit of his pussy as it gleamed in the moonlight of their shared room, their shared bed. "God, I want to eat you out. Sorry—is that weird?"
It was Megumi's turn to malfunction. His cunt throbbed. No—his pussy leaked upon hearing Yuuji's confession, drooling in anticipation.
"No. God, fuck—please, Yuuji?" Megumi sputtered.
Yuuji didn't hesitate to dive right in. He threw Megumi's knees over his shoulders and buried his nose against the side of Megumi's t-cock, moaning loudly as he slurped into Megumi's cunt. Yuuji's tongue was uncoordinated, yet somehow, it hit every spot Megumi needed; eating him out, eating him alive. Megumi fisted the sheets, eyes going white with pleasure.
"Gumi, baby. You gotta be a lil' more quiet," Yuuji said. Megumi flushed, but he could feel Yuuji grinning as he continued to lap at his hole, bumping against his clit with his nose. The slick from Megumi's cunt lathered Yuuji's face, but he didn't seem to mind. "Do you want our friends to hear you?"
"'m sorry," Megumi said, "just feels so good."
"Can I make you come like this? Could you still come for me after that?" Yuuji asked, muffled by Megumi's fat pussy lips—like he was eating with his mouth full. Megumi whined in response. He bit down on his thumb to muffle the sound but nodded. He wasn't sure if he could do that for Yuuji, in all honesty, but he wanted to try. Megumi felt Yuuji's smile fade as the latter looked up, eyes focused, hungry once again. "Tell me if it's too much, okay?"
Megumi nodded once more. His mind went fuzzy as Yuuji focused his attention towards his cock, small yet engorged, hardened from excitement. Megumi practically had to force his entire fist into his mouth to muffle the sounds Yuuji pulled from him as he wrapped his lips around Megumi's clit and sucked. Hard. The lewd sounds of suctioning and slurping that came from Yuuji's mouth reverberated against their bedroom walls. The memory of their friends outside in their living room, supposedly asleep, was vague, pushed to the back of Megumi's mind. All he could focus on was Yuuji, Yuuji, Yuuji—
Megumi threaded his fingers in Yuuji's hair and felt the latter moan into his cunt. They both moaned, soft and muffled noises. When Megumi looked down at Yuuji, he found the other man staring up at him with the same starstruck gaze as before. Megumi couldn't tell where Yuuji's sweat began and his slick started, but it only made him shiver, cunt convulsing around nothing.
Until Yuuji prodded at Megumi's entrance with his index finger.
Megumi mewled. There was enough spit and slick to make the slide of just one, singular digit easy enough. Yuuji was able to wiggle his finger all the way to the final knuckle all while he made out with Megumi's swollen clit. Megumi saw stars. He drooled, his jaw going slack around his fingers. Saliva dripped down his neck. Megumi was a mess, but he couldn't bring himself to care. The pleasure far outweighed any negative consequences Megumi could fathom.
"'s alright?" Yuuji slurred, muffled by the skin of Megumi's thighs and cunt. Megumi hummed, a noise of confusion that left his already-raw throat, and pulled on Yuuji's hair, tugging him upwards. Yuuji's face shined with the sopped remnants of Megumi's pleasure, finger inside of Megumi though still, unmoving, waiting for its instructions.
"Is this okay?" Yuuji asked again. Megumi nodded—maybe a bit too eager—and spread his legs farther apart.
"Give me more."
Yuuji complied easily, maybe a bit too eager as well, but Megumi felt as if he was drowning in the pleasure Yuuji brought him, and thus, couldn't bring himself to care about anything else, even when Yuuji inserted a second finger alongside the first. Megumi felt a slight stretch as Yuuji's fingers were larger, thicker than his, but it wasn't painful—no, if anything, Megumi wanted more of Yuuji's fingers inside of him. He arched his back, cunt pressing further into Yuuji's touch, both Yuuji's hand and mouth as he fingered Megumi slowly and ate him out sloppily.
Yuuji angled his fingers just right, and Megumi's eyes shot open at the sensation to the certain rougher spot inside of him. His cunt pulsated, tightening around Yuuji's fingers instinctively. Megumi fought back a moan. His heart felt as if it was going to beat out of his chest, rising and falling quickly while he heaved, white flashing over his eyes as if he was blinded by the pleasure.
It was an orgasm so intense Megumi had felt nothing like it before.
The sensations Yuuji provided him slowly came to a stop, and Megumi let out a quiet whine at the lack of stimulation. Yuuji laughed, and when Megumi looked down, he gasped.
Yuuji was drenched.
And not just with sweat, either. The realization dawned on Megumi that oh, God—he squirted all over Yuuji—
Megumi's eyes widened once again, though this time, with horror and shame, face burning bright red. He covered his face and whined again—though not in protest. No, the whine was a noise of embarrassment that escaped past Megumi's throat. Yuuji lay his cheek on Megumi's abdomen and hummed, stroking the outline of Megumi's abs with the tip of his finger—soothing, yet enticing, teasing.
"Did I do something wrong?" Yuuji asked softly, and Megumi's whine turned into a groan.
"No. Not at all," Megumi said, uncovering his face. Yuuji smiled at him, softly, fondly, and Megumi couldn't help the smile that he returned. It was natural. Everything with Yuuji was. "I just—I've never done that."
Yuuji's eyes went wide, jaw nearly falling onto the floor as he sat upright. "You've never came? Like, ever?"
Megumi nudged Yuuji with his foot and scoffed. "No, dumbass. I've never squirted."
Yuuji made an 'O' with his mouth as he nodded, jaw closing slowly while he processed the information. His eyes went wide again. "Wait—I mean, I didn't realize squirting was even real. I thought it was something people made up for porn. Did it feel good? Or did it hurt?"
Megumi couldn't help but laugh. He leaned down and kissed Yuuji, tasting himself on his boyfriend's lips. Perhaps it was a bit gross if Megumi thought about it for more than a second, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Yuuji seemed to enjoy it, too, moaning into Megumi's mouth.
"It felt really good," Megumi admitted. Yuuji moaned again, forcing himself to pull away as he returned between Megumi's thighs. His tongue got back to work, immediately suctioning onto Megumi's t-cock, applying pressure at different intervals. "Yuuji, fuck—"
Yuuji's fingers worked their way back into Megumi's hole, spreading him wide to allow for a third finger to join the mix. Megumi winced, his fingers finding solace in Yuuji's short, pink locks. His legs tensed and pulled inwards, suffocating Yuuji but only momentarily.
When Yuuji was freed from the confines of Megumi's thighs, he inhaled sharply with pupils blown so far open that they swallowed his irises. "Hurts?" he asked as he breathed heavily.
Megumi gave a small nod.
Yuuji frowned and nodded in return. "Would lube help?"
Megumi nodded once more, leaning back on the pillows and closing his eyes. He felt the touch of Yuuji's fingers, lubricated and cold, as they slid inside again. With the added lubricant, the slide wasn't painful like before, though Megumi could still feel the stretch. Still sopped and leaking, ultimately sensitive, but with the additional lubrication, Megumi was able to enjoy the spread of Yuuji's fingers as they attacked the spot that made him see stars. As Yuuji curled his fingers so they pressed further into Megumi's G-spot, Megumi breathed heavily, focusing his energy into fighting off another orgasm.
All the energy that went into staying quiet was lost. Megumi rambled on through the pleasure, nonsense falling off his tongue.
"So good, Yuuji, fuck. Wait, I'll come again. Shit—I can't, baby, please—" Megumi continued on, babbling. Yuuji pulled back and inhaled a deep breath. He panted, out of breath, but his eyes were still hungry, and when Megumi looked down, he found that Yuuji was still achingly hard.
"Do you want to come on my cock?"
Yuuji said it like it was so casual, like it didn't send Megumi's insides spiraling. Megumi mewled and nodded, groaning as Yuuji pulled his fingers out from his cunt. Yuuji licked his fingers clean, eyes locked onto Megumi's—causing the latter's breath to hitch. He stared at Yuuji, trembling, thighs shaking as he attempted to hold them open.
"Are you sure you're okay to do this—?"
"I need you to ruin me. I'm sure, Yuuji," Megumi said, smiling softly at Yuuji who was busy lubricating his cock. Yuuji took another deep breath, smiling back at Megumi as he crawled on top of him. Megumi gasped again upon feeling Yuuji's hard cock rub against his sensitive clit, against his wet folds. Megumi tossed his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to calm his racing pulse, ease his tense muscles—but Yuuji continued to rub his cock against his cunt and it drove him insane. "P–Put it in already."
Yuuji raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
Megumi opened his eyes and glared. "Jesus Christ, Yuuji. Just fuck me—nnnghh…"
Megumi cut himself off with a lewd whine, low in his throat. Yuuji grinned as the tip of his cock slowly pushed into Megumi's slick cunt, spreading the other man's hole wide open. Yuuji hooked Megumi's ankles over his shoulders once again, slowly lowering his hips while his cock filled Megumi's cunt. Yuuji's breathing was shallow, but Megumi was convinced he had died—the lack of oxygen was just him dreaming up a fake scenario with his lover before he went. Or something.
"Relax, my angel," Yuuji said, but Megumi could tell he spoke through gritted teeth, jaw clenched as he avoided burying his cock deep inside of his boyfriend's cunt.
Megumi whimpered. "You're big."
The corner of Yuuji's lips twitched upward as he huffed out a laugh. "Yeah?" he managed. "Think you can take more of me?"
Megumi nodded. "I'm strong, I can take it."
"My strong man," Yuuji mumbled, pressing a kiss to Megumi's forehead before inching his cock forward.
Megumi mewled—both due to the words of praise and the feeling of Yuuji's cock stuffing him full. When he looked down, Megumi realized that Yuuji still had maybe another half of his cock left, still waiting to be buried deep inside of his warm, writhing cunt. He arched his back, desperate for Yuuji to fill him completely.
"Yuuji," Megumi said, whining, "I can feel you in my throat."
Yuuji laughed again. His thumb stroked Megumi's cheek—gentle, with so much longing. "Want me to stop?"
Megumi scrunched his nose. It twitched in annoyance, like a rabbit. "Wasn't a bad thing. Keep going."
Yuuji shook his head, peppering kisses along Megumi's face as he finally bottomed out. Tears welled in Megumi's eyes as he looked up at Yuuji, who simply beamed down at his black-haired boyfriend. Megumi pulled his ankles from Yuuji's shoulders and wrapped them around his hips, throwing his arms around the latter's shoulders instead as he pulled Yuuji in as close as he could be. Intertwined. One. Megumi felt each time Yuuji throbbed—it radiated throughout his body, too, sending shivers down his spine as he pulled Yuuji into a kiss. He was so full, stuffed to the brim with Yuuji's girthy cock.
Yuuji remained still while they kissed, resisting the urge to thrust into Megumi's sopping cunt. Megumi whined again, straight into Yuuji's mouth, and the pink-haired man's cock twitched again. Yuuji pulled back, breathing heavy, chest heaving, while he stared at Megumi with the stars in his eyes, so soft, so fond. A strand of saliva connected them, until Yuuji licked his lips, swallowing the remaining spit between them. Megumi tangled his fingers in Yuuji's hair right where it began, where the brown from his undercut melded into the soft pink locks.
"Feeling okay?" Yuuji asked, though his voice was hoarse.
Megumi furrowed his brows together. "Are you?"
"You—you feel really good, Gumi," Yuuji said, burying his face in the crook of Megumi's neck. Megumi giggled upon feeling Yuuji exhale, the hot breath on his skin. He pulled back again, looking at Megumi with the same soft gaze, the same longing. "Let me know if I'm okay to move, yeah?"
Megumi nodded. "You can, it's oka—hah, fuck…"
Yuuji pulled his cock out at an agonizingly slow pace, then thrust it back in—not too harsh, but with enough force to knock the wind from Megumi's lungs. Megumi saw stars. He scratched at Yuuji's nape and shoulders, scrambling, gasping, while Yuuji repeated the motion over and over and over—
"Oh, my God," Megumi said. He swallowed, an attempt to prevent drool from spilling out the sides of his mouth. "It's so good—fuck, Yuuji…"
Yuuji breathed out a laugh. "I get it—breathe for me, alright?"
Megumi nodded and did as he was told, exhaling a long breath before inhaling sharply, groaning. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed against the walls, combined with Megumi's soft moans and Yuuji's breathy groans. Megumi wrapped his legs around Yuuji's waist and pulled him in closer, clinging to him. Yuuji's thrusts became shallow yet pointed—more of a desperate grind as the wet squelching of Megumi's cunt joined the symphony of what was supposed to be quiet sex. Slick dripped down Megumi's ass, down his back and onto the sheets, staining them even further.
"Can I touch your chest? That okay?" Yuuji said, and Megumi moaned, nodding. One of Yuuji's hands got to work—his fingers pinching at one of Megumi's nipples. He rolled the perky nub between his forefinger and thumb, pressing his sweaty forehead to Megumi's. They stared at each other, panting, moaning. Their mouths hung open as Megumi tugged Yuuji's back further into his own body. He pressed the heels of his feet into the small of Yuuji's back and encouraged him to go faster, harder—to fuck Megumi with all the force he could. Though Megumi did not speak, he simply stared into Yuuji's eyes, pleading, before pulling him into a rough, heated kiss.
Yuuji seemed to understand what Megumi wanted, somehow. His thrusts became harsher, more pointed. Megumi gasped, biting down on Yuuji's lip as he cried out. Yuuji groaned and licked at Megumi's teeth, sloppy, messy, unlike his focused thrusts, just barely brushing against Megumi's cervix. Megumi whimpered as Yuuji pulled back, still groping his chest with calloused hands, panting.
"I–I think I'm close," Megumi stammered. His thighs shook, trembling as he struggled to hold onto Yuuji. His core clenched, similar to when he squirted all over Yuuji only minutes prior. The pink-haired man bit back a moan. Instead, he looked up at his boyfriend with soft, pleading eyes.
"So good for me, Megumi," Yuuji said, kissing his lover's jawline. His hand moved from Megumi's nipple down to his sensitive clit, thumbing at the bundle of nerves until Megumi squirted.
Again.
Megumi sobbed as he dug his heels into Yuuji's back for support, wetting both of their chests with his squirt. He pulled Yuuji in for another kiss as if the other man's lips were his lifeline. Megumi's cunt pulsated around Yuuji's cock, wringing him dry, milking him.
Yuuji gasped, pulling back with utmost urgency. "I–I'm close, baby."
"Come inside me, Yuuji, please—" Megumi babbled, burying his face in the crook of Yuuji's neck as he sniffled. The pleasure was overwhelming, overstimulating as Yuuji chased his orgasm, using Megumi's cunt like a fleshlight. Loud, wet sounds of sex echoed across the walls as Yuuji's balls slapped against Megumi's ass. Quick, uncoordinated thrusts—ones that allowed Yuuji to quickly topple past the tipping point, hips stuttering as he came just shortly after Megumi. Long, hot spurts of sticky cum that filled Megumi's cunt to the brim, deep inside of him, seeping past his cervix and into his womb. "Oh, my God, I can feel your cum filling me up—"
Yuuji groaned. He pulled out of Megumi's cunt, allowing his seed to spill from his hole and down his ass, a cascading waterfall of cum. Megumi whimpered, holding out his arms for Yuuji, and he obliged, toppling onto Megumi and crushing him with his weight. Megumi hummed, content.
"We should clean up," Yuuji mumbled. Megumi looked up at him, glaring. "Or not. Or we can go to bed."
"Goodnight, Yuuji. I love you," Megumi said, snuggling into his boyfriend.
"I love you, too, Megumi," Yuuji said, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he began to drift off to sleep.
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Megumi woke up to the sunlight beaming down on his body alongside his boyfriend's, both sore and exhausted, as they cuddled under the covers, naked. The warmth of skin on skin and Yuuji's steady heartbeat had soothed Megumi to sleep, his head pressed against the pink-haired man's broad chest that rose and fell at a steady, slow pace. Megumi lifted his head and watched Yuuji sleep for a moment longer, his mouth parted slightly as he snored. He smiled and pressed a kiss to Yuuji's cheek, causing the latter to stir underneath him.
"Hm?" Yuuji hummed, cracking open his eyes. "Oh, mornin' Gumi."
Megumi's smile widened as kissed Yuuji again—this time, on his lips. Yuuji hummed again, content, intertwining his fingers with Megumi's.
"Sleep okay?" Megumi asked.
"Mhm, did you?"
"Yeah. Bit sore, though," Megumi said as he scrunched his nose. Yuuji frowned and kissed Megumi again, a soft peck.
"I'll be gentler next time, yeah?"
Megumi shook his head. "Nah, I think you should be rougher, actually."
Yuuji inhaled sharply, shoving at Megumi's shoulder as he laughed.
They got dressed as if they had all the time in the world.
As if their friends weren't on the couch, waiting for them.
"So… fun night?" Maki asked when the couple exited their bedroom and entered the living area. Megumi cursed. He completely forgot his friends were left on their couches, likely hungover and probably pissed. Yuuta waved from his spot on the couch, and Yuuji waved back. Toge and Nobara were barely awake—and they didn't seem to happy about that fact, either, grumpily blinking as they glared at the couple who made their way to the couches where their friends sat.
"Um, what makes you say that?" Yuuji asked—but his acting was atrocious. Yuuta snorted.
"You're lucky we love you guys. You're kind of loud, Megumi," Yuuta said, laughing as if it wasn't mortifying.
"Kind of? He sounded like a damn porn star in there!" Nobara wailed, pointing at the 'porn star' accusingly.
I don't think porn stars reach that volume, honestly… Toge signed, but trailed off as he started to rub at his eyes, yawning. Yuuta patted his boyfriend's thigh as he whined.
"You both owe us," Maki said with a shrug.
Megumi and Yuuji bought their friends gift cards to restaurants and loaded them with funds as an apology. Though in all reality, they didn't regret what they did one bit—because if it meant finally losing their virginities to each other, then it was truly worth it.